| Can’t you accept this flower hasn’t grown?
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| Kick away the petals and come home
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| This is all she said
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| But there’s something in me cold within me
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| A beast inside me, bold inside me
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| I find myself in chains
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| I find myself in chains
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| But if I had some time
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| I’d use it this time
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| Fix myself I will, I hope it’s this time
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| And if I could only see the subtle things you see
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| I’d think myself so brave in victory
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| Step inside everything, everything’s all clear
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| Maybe I could find some inspiration here
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| Because it’s time to fix this thing
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| It’s time to fix this thing
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| But if I had some time
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| I hope it’s this time
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| Escape to somewhere beautiful
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| Then maybe I could really see the subtle things you see
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| I’d consider it such rare and privileged company
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| No, no, no, no
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| But never again, never again, never again
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| I’m just too close to winning
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| And I find myself in chains
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| And it’s time to fix this thing
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| 'Cos if I had some time
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| I’d use it this time
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| Escape to something beautiful
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| 'Cos underneath the steel and rust and oil and shit
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| There’s chrome just shining chrome
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| A mirror finish of my own
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| Alive inside this chrome
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| Home, home, home |